Sometimes, being sorry isn't necessary
Man, everyone’s sorry, aren’t they?
Larry Tanenbaum’s sorry, Brian Burke’s sorry, My Man Kelly’s sorry a year in advance in a fine piece of pre-emptive apologizing.
I’m not sorry in the least.
Not sure what these public displays of contrition actually do, though. They don’t seem to calm the masses, they really don’t mean anything except an acknowledgment of what we all already knew, and that’s that things didn’t exactly go to according to Hoyle in the season just concluded.
Someone asked me in the comments, or maybe it was the mail (and I need some to start the whole weekly process so please go here and do it), whether I thought Bryan Colangelo would offer to fall on his sword in some public apology after this season finally ends.
No. No. A thousand times no.
Look, I’m not entirely up to snuff on the pucks plans, at least not as much as my learned colleagues, but it would appear what they wanted to happen this year didn’t. No playoffs, no truculence, very little belligerence and shoddy goaltending; a freefall from the middle of the season that was shocking.
They did exactly what they said they would do.
They looked for – and I love this phrase – “organic growth” of their young kids; they had a new coach who truly has accomplished a major task by getting this group to be a passable defensive unit and they not only didn’t screw up any future financial flexibility, they actually enhanced it with the Barbosa move, which will allow them to trade into significant cap space around the draft if they want to, instead of having to wait to woo free agents when LB’s contract would have expired in July.
Now, it didn’t sit too well with too many of you at points during the season, and I’m sure it frustrated the heck out of Dwane and his staff at times. I’m sure Bryan wanted to do something – anything – at some points in the season but he didn’t.
Look, I would presume that all right-thinking people knew this would be a tough season and that the answers they were seeking about some of their young players might not be great; maybe in discovering whether people could handle enhanced roles they would find out they couldn’t. And that’s as important as finding out whether people could.
Not in the least.
Leave that the pucks and maybe the soccer whenever that season comes to a disappointing end.
Of course, there’s always this about ‘sorry.
So I get this e-mail from my good friends at my local (Hi, BP Square 1) touting some new menu item: “all meat wings.”
Now, I’m not a true connoisseur by any stretch of anyone’s imagination but I do know bar food and aren’t “all meat wings” just chicken?
Yes, I believe a five-game, team-imposed suspension on Ozzie Guillen is punishment enough for his Castro comments and I do admire a guy who'll sit there and take the heat when he knows it's deserved.
Now, wonder what faux pas will come next from him?
Now, this is great news.
And by great, I mean “boy, can’t wait to stick pins in my eyes instead” great.
Yes, there will be a summer league this season, in Vegas in mid-July and featuring whatever group of disparate talents the local heroes can put together.
Yep, bad play, horrible officiating, oppressive summer Vegas heat, cacophony of casino noise and, perchance, the opportunity to see cheesy lounge acts.
Seriously, the only guys that summer league means anything to for the Raptors will be Ed Davis – if he’s still with them – and whichever kid they take in the draft – if they don’t trade the pick.
Davis can be forcefed the ball in the post to see if he can work on developing some go-to move and even against inferior opposition that’s a got to be part of his development.
Now, that’s all predicated on Davis agreeing to go play – the team can ask and cajole and suggest he does but he’s under no contractual obligation to do it – but if he’s serious about developing his game, he’ll do it.
Same with the pick, they can’t force him but if he doesn’t, it’s foolishness. He, too, can get a steady dose of plays called for him and the coaches will get a chance to see what he’s got, even if almost every possession is halted by over-zealous young refs trying to impress the bosses sitting on the sidelines.
And, no, Jonas Valanciunas won’t be there. He’ll be with the Lithuanian national team trying to qualify for the London Olympics, or getting ready for the Games themselves, and that’s exponentially better experience than anything he’d get in a couple of weeks of summer league.
Me? I’ll go if they want but for one reason only: The league begins about the same time teams will be in a free agent feeding frenzy and it’s the best place to corral general managers who are making the moves.
Because, believe it or not, bad play, horrible officiating, oppressive summer Vegas heat, cacophony of casino noise and, perchance, the opportunity to cheesy lounge acts is really not my cup of tea.
Of course, nothing can top the first Vegas trip of my life, eons ago with Super Dad when we saw Sinatra at the old Sands before they tore it down. Now, he spoke more than he sang but it was Sinatra!
Okay, this concussion stuff is getting a little ridiculous.
It’s the biggest issue in the pucks, it’s still a problem with the football and, now, it’s reached DWTS??????
If the woman from Little House On The Prairie can’t even stand there and listen to Bruno, Len and The Lovely Carrie Ann do their thing, concussions are a huge issue and we need to deal with them.
I would say if you’re going to have two hits in five games, having a game-winning three-run homer and a game-breaking two-run single are two good ones to have.
And since JP Arencibia seems to have a bit of a flair for the dramatic at this early stage of the season, it’s a good thing for the TOD.
Imagine when Bautista finds his stroke. Things might get interesting.